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[tinylamoth]

My roommate and I wrote a shopping list. Sad thing is I now can't translate my own list since I tried to be cute and wrote in code: Tickle tits- chicken breast Icy ps- snow peas Roofie bees- ?? Remy seasoning- Cajun seasoning Mexy cheesy- Mexican cheese What is roofie bees?? If you know tell us within the next ten minutes as we shop.

[sionainnshaycora22]

TV SHOW CHALLENGE

tagged by thatwolfshow


pick your top 5 shows, no cheating!

Teen Wolf

Supernatural

Bitten

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (had to put this anime in)

Agents of SHIELD

1. Who is your favorite character in 2?

Dean (and Castiel)

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Kate, she is a horrible person with what she has done to Derek but she is also my favorite Villain in the whole series.

I dislike Gerard and Papa McCall too

3. What’s your favorite episode of 4?

I literally cannot decide, that anime is genius (even anime haters should watch it)

4. What is your favorite season of 5?

It only has one season so far :P

5. What’s your favourite relationship in 3?

The friendship between Logan and Elena 

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

Winchester incest would be one...

7. How long have you watched 1?

Since the first episode on it's air date in 2011

8. How did you become interested in 3?

I read the books by Kelley Armstrong in high school, i liked them :)

9. Who is your favorite actor in 2?

Jensen Ackles (he's someone I'd like to meet in person)

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2, or 5?

Uhhh I don't know... Teen Wolf or Supernatural....

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of? 1 or 3?

Teen wolf, it has more episodes.

12. If you could be anyone from 4 who would you be?

Hmm.. maybe Winry Rockbell because she is awesome and many other reasons lol 

13. How would you kill off your fav in number 1?

DO NOT ASK THAT QUESTION! I refuse to answer it!

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

Nope, too weird. I'd rather Teen Wolf crossover with Supernatural or Bitten or Agents of SHIELD.

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple

Lydia and Cora 

16. Over all, which show has a better cast, 3 or 5?

Uhhh 3 Agents of SHIELD...

17. Which show has a better soundtrack, 1, 4 or 5?

Hmmmm I do not know... 1 Teen Wolf or 4 Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

18. Best ship from all of them?

Don't make me decide...you'll give me a headache...

I love Sterek even if it is not canon

...too many I like.. 

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, tinyccc!

Derek didn’t celebrate Christmas. It had never been one of his family’s favorite holidays, they had celebrated mostly because it was a chance to get the entire family together. After the fire, it had hurt too much, a twist of the knife that reminded them of everything that they had lost.

After Laura had died and the death and resurrection of his uncle Peter he started to avoid everything about the holiday.

He’s grateful though, that he doesn’t have anybody who could have an excuse to drag him into the festivities. He’d rather hang himself than suggest spending it with Scott. His betas are enjoying his Christmas gift to them, probably getting themselves tanned. Cora off somewhere, still unable to settle down, and Peter had stayed in Beacon Hills, and was planning on spending the holiday with his boyfriend.

That was a pairing he hadn’t seen coming, but it worked somehow, Peter having apparently asked the Sheriff on a date after the man had threatened to bring down the law on every hunter in the state of California if they tried anything in his jurisdiction. Having called them nothing more than serial killers, speciest, vigilante bigots. Two months later, and apparently two months after their first date, he proved just how much of a not idle threat it actually was.

He hadn’t been expecting to get a call two days before christmas, to Stiles begging to stay with him over the holidays. Since his flight had been cancelled, his dorm closed until the school reopened, and even with the flight’s refund he didn’t have enough for a motel. Derek understood why they couldn’t fly, or why Stiles wouldn’t drive, you needed a snowmobile to move around the streets outside of the city and the air was even worse.

He hadn’t protested Stiles coming to stay with him, had given the teenager the spare room and had expected to be able to ignore the teenager. He had been surprised that Stiles hadn’t commented on the lack of decorations, or a tree, other than the statement, that it was easier without it being rubbed into his face that he was missing Christmas with his dad. Even if his dad was probably currently having sex with Peter. Derek had pointed out, that while they were probably going to be doing that anyways, at least now he wouldn’t have to worry about walking in on them while they fucked one another senseless on the couch. (Or as Derek had discovered one day, on the kitchen countertops.) He had enjoyed the sight of Stiles growing pale and swearing about how he needed to remove the image from his brain.

  Christmas eve didn’t dawn so much as brighten, the world going from black and white to gray and white. It had also managed to somehow dawn even colder than the day before, since Stiles had walked into the kitchen covered in three layers. Stopping to stare at Derek who only had on sweat pants and he chewed his oatmeal, turning a page in his book. To have him walk to the wall in the small hallway and turn up the heat before sitting down again as Stiles looked for the coffee maker, scandalized a minute or two later when it was revealed that Derek didn’t own one.

They hadn’t seen much of one another for the rest of the day, mostly because Derek had stayed on another floor working. Though h had heard Stiles moving around upstairs every once in a while. That changed though, as the dim light faded back to darkness and he came upstairs from his work area to hear the soft murmur of multiple voices. Electronic in nature, but too loud to be Stiles’ phone, it was probably Skype then.

  Derek’s guess wasn’t wrong, he found, as he walked into the small living room, seeing Stiles talking to his dad on Skype, with Peter in the background looking at the presents. He suppressed a flinch as he saw that, turning to walk into the kitchen to make popcorn, missing his uncle even more. Mourning the man he had once been, not perfect, but enjoying sneaking around and finding out what everybody had gotten. Then driving them insane by hinting at what they or may not have gotten, he once helped Derek stay awake all night, to catch Santa Claus trespassing on territory. Then ate the cookies and vegetables set out for him and the reindeer, leaving a note about how you got on the naughty list by trying to drive away Santa Claus.

  When he comes back in, it’s with a larger than strictly necessary bowl of popcorn, a pop for Stiles and iced tea for himself. The tv is on now, credits scrolling down the screen as the channel announces that next was a Christmas Carol, showing Patrick Stewart with a cane. In front of Stiles is the computer, but neither he nor his dad are talking as they wait for the movie to begin. He gives Stiles a questioning look though, as he sits down, putting the popcorn on the seat that seperates himself and Stiles.

“It was the only christmas special my mom would watch. She hated all of the other versions, would rant about how they changed the ending. It drove her crazy.”

  It didn’t take long for Derek to be caught into the movie, stretching out as the bowl of popcorn emptied. Neither of them seemed to notice that he had put his head into Stiles’ lap, the only acknowledgement being that Stiles began to run his hands though Derek’s hair, getting a low rumble of pleasure from the werewolf. The sheriff noticed though, elbowing Peter who looked at the screen before rolling his eyes. Muting the computer so that not even Derek’s ears could pick up his reply that it didn’t mean that the Sheriff had won the bet until they had actually started dating.

The clock is ticking down to midnight, when Peter whispers something in the Sheriff’s ear and the two of them head up to the bedroom. Leaving Derek and Stiles to continue to watch the ball begin to slowly lower towards the new year. From the way that Derek turned red Stiles can easily guess what they’re planning (he’ll find out later that the two of them believe that whatever you do when it turns 12 and hits the new year is what you’ll be doing all year long. Apparently for Peter it means being fucked senseless by the sheriff using his handcuffs.)

Stiles was talking as the ball began to pick up speed, about what his resolutions for the next year were going to be. More curly fries, less energy drinks, He’d actually get out of the dorm room and have fun. Maybe get a boyfriend that lasted more than a month or two.

Derek smiled for a moment, when Stiles asked him what his resolution was going to be for the year. Then he leaned over and kissed Stiles, to the other’s surprise for a moment before he started to kiss Derek back. When they broke, several minutes later Stiles can only smile up at him, while moving to straddle his waist.

“Your resolution is to kiss me?”

“More of a sudden stroke of courage after a long time of wanting.” They locked lips again, starting to pull off one another’s clothes as the clock hit midnight. When Peter and The sheriff finds them in Stiles bed, naked with the wrapper of a condom next to the bed, Peter sighs with irritation before going back to find his wallet.

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Derek hated Christmas, was probably the only person in his family that did. And he did for one reason, and one reason only. Because it was also his birthday, which mean that he got lost in the holiday season. Where all of his brothers and sisters had large gatherings for their birthdays, cake and ice cream and parties. He got christmas lights, and cookies, and presents that had been bought for him for christmas that they could claim was also for his birthday. A cake that was an afterthought for dinner.

the only thing that had made it better was that he hadn’t been forced into one of those outfits by his mother since he was sixteen. It didn’t mean that he didn’t get out of helping with the decorations, even after he had moved out, or with the wrapping. He had become resigned to it long ago, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to have his face constantly rubbed into it.

It was one of the perks that he had to look forward to when he had moved into his loft, that he didn’t have to decorate, or have any kind of Christmas around him until he went back to his home. It was the family joke, the ironic twist of fate, that Derek, who had been born on Christmas day, was the family’s Grinch.

It’s Christmas day, and he’s still got a few hours before he has to head over to his parents home, to face the annual rubbing in his face. When he hears the familiar rumble of Stiles’ jeep, still several blocks away but coming closer, slowly over the streets still covered in the snow that had fallen last night. A moment later he can pick up his boyfriend of seven month’s heart beat, steady but nervous, or excited and growing louder. He had told Stiles last month, that he was a werewolf, and the human had freaked, ran out, then tracked down Derek the next day at his family’s house and begged for forgiveness.

While Stiles was supposed to meet Derek before he went to meet his family, and hopefully make a better impression than that first one, it wasn’t supposed to be until an hour before they left to go to his family’s house.

It’s even more weird when he walks in, carrying two bags, one one that has presents, the other smells of chocolate pastry.

“So…. Happy birthday.”

“Don’t you mean Merry Christmas?” Derek asked, following Stiles into the kitchen.

“Well yeah, that too. But mostly happy birthday.” He puts the two bags on the table, pulling out a package wrapped in bright paper decorated in balloons, cake and confetti. A small cake and a package of candles. Whatever expression on his face, it’s one that makes Stiles grin as he uncovers the cake and starts putting candles into it.

“We’re going to do this right. With presents,” he pushed the small present towards him, “Cake, and then I’ll give you my other present.” He waggled his eyebrows, as Derek huffed a laugh, then picked up the headphones in the box with a quizzical look.

“They cancel out noises. You look constipated whenever you’re at the library or somewhere trying to study.” Derek leaned over and kissed him, moving to do more before Stiles playfully shoved him away.

“That’s for later, right now. Cake.” he took a deep breath to start singing, only to have his mouth covered by Derek’s hand.

“I think we can do without that particular tradition.” He ignored Stiles dirty look as he blew out the candles, then leaned over to kiss him again.

“Want to skip the cake and go right to the second present?” he asked once they broke it, smirking at Stiles’ hands already down Derek’s pants.

They do, eventually eat the cake, but it’s not until much later, after they’ve had sex, showered together, and Derek managed to get Stiles to admit that he had also given him a Christmas present, but THAT was waiting for Derek at his parent’s house. (It turns out to be exactly what Derek had been expecting, and that wasn’t a bad thing at all).

[filisnow]

tinyccc replied to your post:i know that all the screen time Fili got in “DOS”...

I feel bad for fili. It’s been about kili and thorin and fili is getting shoved into the background.

i think it got better in "DOS". i also have a feeling he's gonna have some great moments in the last movie.

[asktheoakenshieldbros]

Its Richard Armitage in leather. LEATHER! ITS LIKE A FANTASY DREAM! How can people hate that???

Indeed.

[asktheoakenshieldbros]

People out there really thought that Bifur is poor wee lamb? I always thought he was a badass motherfucker. Gotta be when you hang with Thorin and the boys. He's not mentally challenged. He just a dwarf with a I'm guessing a ax bit in his forehead and chose to speak Iglishmek and any one that can use a boar spear like that has earn the title as Badass Motherfucker. I just didn't know that he was a veggie-eater. lol

Well, the axe wound and veggies are all pretty much movie canon and have been adopted as actual canon…since Tolkien didn’t elaborate much on all of  the Dwarfs.  Îglishmek really wasn’t a choice per se? All Dwarfs are raised knowing spoken Khuzdul and sign language. So anyone who paints a nonverbal or deaf Dwarf as a poor wee lamb…obviously doesn’t understand the idea of a culture that embraces signing/nonverbal communication. Oin gets a bit of the ableist stick too for being Hard of Hearing…which hits me more personally so I’ll save that rant for later :D.

Look at them, look how many fucks they give. It’s beautiful.

[asktheoakenshieldbros]

I gotta say that jekyllBofur is turning me on a bit. no lie. (i need to watch that show, like now)

It’s a great show and I’m really doing it no justice dslgjkjkl XD.

[asktheoakenshieldbros]

✔✔✔✔ and three ✔ just for Bifur ^_^

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